“Those two are ridiculous,” Jay chuckled, and Aaron shuffled backward, nestling against Jay’s chest under the guise of wanting to be heard.
“It’s nice to have a relationship where you can fuck together and laugh together at the same time.”
Jay hummed in agreement.
The first few cracks of leather made Aaron flinch. Ezra was merciless, setting a fast-paced rhythm, working his way over Josh’s back and thighs. Josh whimpered and moaned as his flesh turned a vivid red, clearly enjoying every moment. Aaron’s eyes darted between the inflamed skin, the stern look on Ezra’s face, and Josh’s straining erection. His own cock filled at the sight, pushing against the lace.
The ongoing assault on Josh’s ass was captivating to watch, but even more interesting was his expression, twisted in ecstasy of pain. His moans grew louder after each snap, and he rattled his restraints, pumping his hips in a futile effort to get friction.
A soft moan escaped Aaron’s throat. He was so turned on, drops of precome soaked into the thong that barely contained him, creating a wet spot. Another few minutes and he would be dripping on the floor.
His every nerve was exposed, every sensation magnified. Jay’s body heat burned him everywhere they touched. Air swirled around his bare thighs under the skirt, raising goosebumps on his skin. Fine mesh rubbed against his nipples with every breath.
The intensity hit him all at once, and he swayed in place. Jay’s hands landed on his hips, steadying him, and when Aaron leaned back for balance, an unmistakable bulge pressed against him. Proof that Jay was just as turned on by the show.
All thoughts fled his head. Moving on instinct, he pushed back, grinding against Jay’s erection, reveling in the slight sting of Jay’s fingers digging into Aaron’s hip bones. They were so close, Aaron was enveloped in the cloud of Jay’s spicy cologne, the same scent that had driven him wild during their first meeting.
He inhaled deeply, letting it overwhelm him, then turned to meet Jay’s eyes and said the only thing he could.
“Green.”
Chapter 18
JAY
Jay couldn’t believe his ears.
Aaron’s half-lidded eyes were brimming with lust, and his hips were on the verge of making Jay lose control. The distant sounds of cracks and moans all but disappeared as Jay tightened his grip. The heat radiating from Aaron’s body was almost tangible, his smooth skin like silk under Jay’s fingertips.
Aaron whimpered and leaned his weight into Jay. Encouraged by the reaction, Jay dug his nails into Aaron’s waist, earning a surprised gasp, followed by a satisfied smile. Judging by the way his hips stuttered before grinding harder into Jay’s aching dick, he liked the sting of pain.
Jay wanted to give it to him. The pain. The pleasure. Everything.
Pressing his lips to Aaron’s ear, he growled, “Tell me what you want.”
They hadn’t talked much about their preferences. Through watching Aaron’s reactions to the scenes around them, Jay had a general idea of his likes, but not enough to deliver the perfect experience. And even if the jostling crowd and heightened sexual tension prevented an in-depth discussion, Jay wanted to make sure they were on the same page.
Aaron’s warm hands settled over Jay’s, pinning them in place, and he craned his neck, his breath hot against Jay’s cheek.
“Don’t hold back.”
Aaron must have considered those instructions to be sufficient, He closed his eyes and threw his head back to rest on Jay’s shoulder.
Jay didn’t give himself a single moment to doubt or second-guess his actions. He’d be lying if he said he’d never fantasized about this moment, imagining filthy scenarios starring the pliant sub in his arms. There were so many things he wanted to do to Aaron. So many ways to make him moan.
Keeping one hand on Aaron’s hip, he slithered the other one down his thigh and under the skirt. Just a gentle touch, ghosting his fingers over the curve of Aaron’s plump ass.
Jay’s breath hitched as he explored the bare skin. He could spend hours touching and teasing, but Aaron asked him not to hold back, inviting rough treatment rather than tender worship. Jay knew he could deliver. The rest of the world fell away, and an aura of confidence settled over him. He moved on instinct, laser-focused on Aaron’s breathing, watching him for the smallest reaction.
He reached around to trace the outline of Aaron’s stiff cock, its wet tip trapped in lace. After rubbing against it, covering his fingers with Aaron’s precome, he tapped the slit. Aaron’s shudder vibrated through him like a jolt of electricity. He was so responsive, so open. Jay wanted to give him the world.
The slickness on his fingers gave him an idea. His dick twitched as he considered his next steps. He would love nothing more than to be forceful and merciless, but he couldn’t do that. Not for their first time. Not while they were still feeling each other out. He needed unmistakable consent.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he purred into Aaron’s hair. “I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers, using nothing but your precome for lube. It’s gonna hurt. I’m gonna be rough. And you, my sweet little thing, will stay completely quiet.”
He paused, reveling in Aaron’s reaction—the quick, panting breaths, the full-body tremble. Jay shifted his hand to dig his nails into a new spot. He needed to leave as many marks as possible, to claim Aaron in every way he could.
“You won’t make a single sound, just stand here and watch the show while I destroy you. And if you’re a good boy and stay quiet until the end, you’ll get a reward.” Jay grazed the shell of Aaron’s ear with his teeth. “You wanna know what your reward will be?”
